Hello loves! This is just a bit of fluff I've been thinking about for a while. The first chapter is in the process of being typed, so give me a few minutes and it will be posted too. Please let me know what you think of the idea, etc. I'm not certain how I feel about it yet. I think I like it, or I wouldn't be writing it, of course.

This is dedicated to my wonderful mother, who I have finally let read my works after many years. She is the most encouraging fan I've got and I wouldn't be who I am without her. Plus, I last watched Roman Holiday with her and she made me feel less ridiculous for crying.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. Neither do I own Roman Holiday.

Prologue – BPOV

PRINCESS ISABELLA ENDS EUROPEAN TOUR IN ROME

I snorted and placed the paper on my lap. European tour, yes. Yes, I had toured Europe. All the major capitols. And what a tour it was. In London, I did not see the Tower of London, Big Ben, the Eye of London, nor that wax museum everyone talks about. Neither did I eat fish and chips. In Berlin I had not been allowed to walk along the remains of the Berlin wall or enter any beer halls. In Paris I had not gone to the Eiffel Tower, the Champs-Elysees, le Arc de Triomphe, the Louvre, Notre Dame, Sacre Coeur, or Montmartre. In Amsterdam I had not even been allowed to leave the embassy for fear I'd catch a whiff of hash.

The rest of the capitols had been similar. I had met with all the heads of state and most of the press corps. I had attended many balls and gone to many factories to make statements about furthering trade cooperation. I had at least enjoyed my trips to schools and orphanages. Their joyous smiles made it all seem worthwhile.

But as my trip drew to a close, I found myself losing my mind. I was going stir-crazy and I had traveled across all of Europe in a month! I suppose it was because every embassy looked the same. I didn't feel like I had gone anywhere at all.

And now I was in Rome. Rome, a place I had dreamed of since childhood. And I would not be able to see it, to experience it and drink it in the way I wanted to. It was enough to drive a girl to drink.

But I kept it in, contained my frustration.

After, there were appearances to keep.

Short, I know. But the first chapter is on the way.

Again, please let me know what you think. I need feedback, dahlings.

Love Always,
OnlyOneSymptom